“It’s funny when grown adults act like spoiled children,” you once said. “It becomes not funny when they have guns.”
I laughed and said, “True.” We were talking about the invasion of some faraway land. The situation had nothing to do with us.
Now, I hear ignorant people calling you antifa, saying you had it coming.
At your memorial service, I share how you loved Mozart. Pink was your favorite color. One time, when we were kids, you got lost on the beach at night.
You died as you lived: wrong place, wrong time, right reasons.
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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, this time heavily inspired by Rochelle’s story, as well as the photo from Roger. Hope everyone has a great week.
Anne Higa 
Lovely, Anne
Certainly not a game. Hatred thrives these days. So very sad.
Certainly not a game. Hatred thrives these days. So sad.
So true.
No, it’s not funny. It’s scary, even if they do look like children playing dress-up parading around stores with their open carry, just because they can, and think they’ll be the “good guys with a gun” some day.
Dear Anne,
Not a game when it involves lethal weapons. Jarring yet poignant piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Good to see you back in the FF queue.